Page 87 of Sugar and Skulls

“There is no such thing,” he stops to tell me. His eyes blazing up my torso. We stare at each other as I try to catch my breath. His scary, motherfucking eyebrow arches up as I feel his finger slide into me.

“Oh, um…” I grip the blankets tighter, my knuckles turning white.

A second finger enters as his eyebrow creeps higher.

“Happy Birthday, Jesse,” he smirks.

And then…

“Oh. Oh my god, Dirk.”

His fingers curl as his mouth descends on me again, teasing me so…so…good.

“Oh god. Oh god.”

White stars burst behind my eyes. The breath caught in my lungs expands. I’m…I’m going to pass out. I just know I am.

“Holy…shitttt,” I yell as my legs tremble around his head.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t fucking stop.

A second wave hits me, knocking me clean out of this world. I’m…I’m, holy mother of god what kind of demon is he?

When Dirk’s heat leaves me, I open my eyes. He’s kneeling over me, a look of awe in his mood ring eyes. “Fucking beautiful,” he says before sucking his fingers into his mouth. The way he is looking at me sends delightful shivers down my spine.

He shoves his jeans down in one swift motion, kicking them the rest of the way down his legs. I’ve seen him naked once before but good god he is impressive.

His inked hand grips his cock at the base and slides down slowly. A drop of precum falls to my leg. Fuck I think I can hear it sizzle on my skin. I let my eyes travel leisurely over him. All ink and muscle. I want to get lost in him. I am lost in him.

He moves cautiously closer, his eyes darting between mine. I wet my lips, anxious to feel his body against me.

When he settles between my legs and his skin meets mine we both groan in unison.

“You feel so good.” His hands slide under my head, his fingers tangling in my wild strands. He grips them tightly, holding me still. “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look away.”

I can’t even nod he has my head pinned so thoroughly. “Okay,” I whisper over his face.

His hips tilt. He enters me so gently, with so much care it brings tears to my eyes. When he is seated fully he pauses.

“I want to stay like this forever,” I say quietly.

He relaxes, a smile forming on his gorgeous face. “Forever is a mighty long time.”

“It’s not long enough.”

My words affect him. He looks away. “I don’t deserve you.”

“And, I don’t deserve you. But, here we are.” I run my hands up his neck, stopping when I reach his dark scruff. He drops his eyes back to me.

His mouth crashes to mine. He unleashes every pent-up emotion he had carefully tucked away under all that ink. Our love making becomes frantic. Suddenly we cannot get enough of each other, cannot get close enough. I want to crawl inside him and live. I want to be the sugar skull girl trapped behind his tattooed ribs.

We touch, we kiss, we taste, we give, we take…until the predawn birds signal to us that a new day is about to begin.

Together we lay, a tangled mess of sweat and limbs.

“Jesus, Jesse,” he pants into my ear. I turn so that my back is pressed to his front. His arm wraps around, keeping me tucked safely in his arms.

“I don’t want to go back inside,” I tell him quietly.

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